Saturday Evening - Thursday's Room, 33 Apocalypse Ave

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It was dark when Thursday finally woke. Her muscles were stiff from yesterday's unexpected exercise, but she was lucky to come out of the fight with only a few bumps and bruises. She owed John and apparently Principal Washburn a great deal for watching Friday on such short notice

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[behindeyesonly]

Logan avoided the stairs as a general rule, since he had little reason to visit the second floor unless someone had a problem, but with Vader gone, the room was now open and, as Logan was realizing, might need at least a new coat of paint to make it habitable.

As Thursday came out of her room, he looked around from where he'd been leaning against the door frame and smiled. "Hey, you. Sleep well?"

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"Not bad actually," she replied with a smile. "Could have done with a few more hours but my phone rang." She stifled an oncoming yawn and headed for Friday's room. She poked her head in to check on him. He had faceplanted amongst his stuffed animals and was sleeping quietly. She'd fix him up later. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

[behindeyesonly]

"Nothing that I noticed," he said, reaching in to flip off the light in the extra room and close the door. "It's been pretty quiet around here for the most part."

[no_toast_thanks]

"I don't know whether that's a good thing or if it's the calm before the storm. If here is anything like home, I tend to get concerned when things are quiet."